Days are growing dark The tilted earth feels the slant. Long dark days here tell me Longer, brighter days elsewhere. The mercury hangs low, I start the wood stove, Being thankful for every log The woodman delivered. My potted hibiscus is gracefully grateful After having spent the summer in the sun Starts to bloom again … Continue reading Thankful
Author: yennayi
I was born and raised in the South Korea and now I live in Massachusetts for the past 15 years after having lived in many different parts of the world. I work as a psychotherapist in my private practice. I just finished writing my memoir, "Ring of Fire" and waiting to be published.
Gadgets
I’m learning to love them. They are becoming extensions For my diminishing bodily and psychological functionalities— Little beeps of reminders not to forget to check the stove, Oven, appointments…, the invisible crutches I depend on. I won’t grow out of them, unlike a wobbly toddler Who grows solid and tall, passing the dangerous height Of … Continue reading Gadgets
Morning and Noon
Every morning, the age-old sun Renews trees in the forest, And the river below in thick fog. Trees sparkle, the river gurgles In the waning fog. The shy Morning-bride lowers her eyes behind a veil of dew As the gleaming high Noon-groom approaches her In a golden carriage driven by Appollo, Bearing gifts and smiles, … Continue reading Morning and Noon
Ring of Fire 